My salvation experience may be a little different from others since I was raised Catholic, a religion that does not support this belief. However, just because you aren’t taught salvation doesn’t mean you can’t experience it. I was fourteen when I was saved. I was at a church camp and my heart was feeling very heavy. I knew I was responsible for my sins and prayed for God’s forgiveness. The next morning I woke with a sense of calm and felt joy in my heart. I knew something had happened to me, but I didn’t know what it was.
Years later, when I began to attend Cross Roads with my husband, I learned what salvation really meant. During revival in the summer of 2002, I felt that I had to know if I was truly saved or not. Although I didn’t feel like a lost person, I needed to know that my salvation was real. In my mind, I always remembered that time when I was a teenager. I prayed all week for God to let me know. Shortly thereafter, I woke with the same feelings of calm and joy. I knew in my heart I was saved and wanted to share this with others. I thought I would wait for the perfect moment, but as time went by, I couldn’t wait any longer. If I died, I wanted everyone to know that I was okay. I woke my husband up and told him my wonderful news. That same morning I joined the church. Since fully realizing my salvation, my life couldn’t be better. God has blessed me with so much and I only hope that everyone can experience the same inner peach that I have.
